Lap Dance

Lola was a 20 year old college student from a small town in West Virginia that wasn't even on the map. She had come to Florida to attend college on a full scholarship studying biochemistry. Lola was beautiful and had an innocence about her that attracted more than her share of attention at college. However, she had been raised in a strict religious home and had no interest in hooking up with the boys at College.

Lola's only focus with her studies and making her parents proud. She made a few friends at college, but they weren't very close as she wasn't interested in partying.

Lola had long blonde hair that reached her waist. It was straight and unstyled and she had never colored it or used a blow dryer, curling iron or any kind of product on it as a result, her hair was incredibly healthy, and when brushed, it glistened in the sun. She had big green eyes and very pale, milky skin.

She had what most would consider an amazing figure, but she always hid it under a loose fitting sweatpants and a tshirt or sweatshirt. She had C cup breasts, which looked even larger on her very thin frame. Her nipples were an inch in diameter and the palest pink that anyone had ever seen. She had blonde pubic hair, which covered her mound. Her legs were long and slender, and her ass was apple shaped and round.

Lola was a virgin and planned to remain so until she was married as was taught by her faith. Lola's family was quite poor and she was in college on a full scholarship, but still needed to be very careful to make sure she had enough money to finish out each semester.

She could not afford to go home during the school year and only called her parents once a month for a few minutes as it was very expensive. She wrote letters to her parents each week and they did the same. Lola spent evenings and weekends in the library studying and as a result, she was considered one of the best students in the entire university.

When she returned for junior year, she found out much to her dismay, that tuition was being raised, but scholarships were not. When the Dean told her, her face was crestfallen. He said as long as she got the balance in by the end of the semester, it would be fine. But where was she going to get an additional $4000? She would have to get a job, but she had no skills and no experience and didn't know what she would be qualified to do.

That day, she scoured the want ads and went to 20 different businesses to apply for a job but had no luck. The next day, she went to 30 different places and still no job. Her feet were killing her, and she was beginning to feel panic when she saw one more ad that was in the seedy part of town. Normally she would not go to that neighborhood, but at this point, she was desperate for a job. The only qualifications were that she needed to be female and strong. It was a job for a cleaner in a club.

She entered the club and much to her dismay, it was a strip club. Normally, she would have run the other way, but she was out of options. The manager was, as you would expect, swarmy, overweight and chewing on a half smoked cigar. He looked her up and down and nodded. "You'll do. Can you start tonight?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Basically your job is to clean up all night long. Empty the ashtrays, wipe down the tables, clear the empty glasses, check the bathrooms for toilet paper etc. Stacy will show you the ropes. The pay is $50 for an eight hour shift. The uniform cost $20. We'll take that out of your first paycheck."

She nodded and he handed her a bag with clothes in it.

"Go get changed. Your shift is from 6 pm to 2 am."

Lola went in the dressing room to change and she met Stacy who explained everything. When she took out the clothes and looked at them, she was appalled. The bottoms were hot, pink satin shorts that would barely cover half of her ass and the top was a skin tight almost see-through white blouse that was very low cut and showed half her cleavage. However, she wasn't in a position to argue so she got dressed and went out on the floor to begin her shift.

The work wasn't too difficult and she spent most of the night emptying ashtrays, wiping down tables and keeping the bathrooms clean. Most of the men were mesmerized by the dancers, and basically she was left alone to do her job. At the end of the night, the owner handed her a $20 bill.

"I thought the oay was $50," she asked timidly.

"$50 minus $20 for the uniform and $10 for the glasses you broke" the owner said gruffly.

Charlotte took her $20 begrudgingly, got changed and left. at this rate, she'd never have enough money by the end of the semester. But the next night, she returned, was more careful and went home with a $50 bill.

The next few weeks passed uneventfully with Charlotte working five days a week. The work wasn't difficult and it gave her time to think about what she had learned at school during the day. She was mesmerized by the dancing, having been a dancer in high school although her focus was more on ballet. One night the music had a really good beat, and she swayed her hips to the beat as she cleaned the tables.

Suddenly, a man came up behind her, grasped her hips pressed himself against her and swayed with her.

She stiffened in a panic, but he whispered in her ear, " just go with it. I'm about to cum."

Charlotte was paralyzed, squeezed her eyes shut and the words wouldn't come. The man grinded himself against her ass and after a minute, she heard him moan in her ear and he reluctantly released her. He reached in her blouse, squeezed her breast, pinched her nipple and then quickly walked away.

When she was brave enough to open her eyes, she fixed her blouse and noticed a $50 bill tucked into her bra. In under five minutes, she made the same money she made in an eight hour shift. She tucked the bill away and went back to work.

The next night, she had an idea. As she cleaned tables, she would brush up against the men or give them a peek down her blouse. Even though the women on stage were completely naked, for men it seemed? catching a glance of someone surreptitiously was actually more titillating.

The tips started pouring in. A five dollar bill here and there and soon she was supplementing her income and going home with $75-$80 per night. She started dancing more as she worked, and her training in dance was coming back to her.

The owner had started to notice what she was doing, but he didn't say anything as she had lasted longer than most cleaners had in a while. He too occasionally took a peek down her blouse and on the cameras in the dressing room and was surprised to see that she wore a plain white cotton bra and panties.

One night, when Charlotte arrived for her shift, the owner came up to her in a panic.

"Melody is not coming tonight and I need a dancer for the second act. Do you want to do it? It pays $100 and you get $25 for each lap dance."

Charlotte stared at him open mouthed. How could he think she would ever take her clothes off in front of hundreds of men? But then the last part of the sentence sunk into her brain and she did some mental math. She could easily make $200 to $300 in one night.

"I um don't think I would be um what these guys are looking for" she stammered awkwardly.

"Are you kidding? They are going to go crazy with your whole innocent virgin vibe. I have the perfect outfit too. I've been waiting a while to find somone who could pull it off."

"I don't know" she said hesitantly.

"You'll be perfect. Just get up there, dance, tease them and take off your clothes."

He walked her in the dressing room and handed her a white bra and panty set that didn't look much different than her own. Then, he showed her how the triangles of the bra pulled off and the full bikini underwear turned into a 1 inch wide thong that covered essentially nothing.

"I can't" she protested but then thought of her tuition bill and went in the dressing room to change. The owner followed her in there to her utter horror.

When she came out, he was sitting in an armchair in the dressing room and said to her "Show me you know how to take off the triangles, and the underwear."

She could tell he already had a hard on, and his hand was down his pants. She hesitated for a long while, then took a deep breath and pulled on one of the triangles. Her large heavy breast tumbled out the opening and her pale pink nipple hardened when the cold air hit it. She undid the other triangle and stood there in front of him with both breasts exposed.

"And now the bottom" he croaked as he stroked his cock unabashedly.

She pulled on the underwear and the velcro gave away exposing her blonde pubic hair and her round apple shaped ass.

"Fuck, I don't think these guys have seen a bush in here in years. They are going to go fucking wild. Turn around."

She did as she was told and in a moment she heard him moan as he came into a cocktail napkin.

"Put everything back together and you will be on as soon as this song is over. Remember to tease the audience and wait atleast 2 minutes before revealing yourself."

Charlotte couldn't believe she was about to strip in front of hundreds of men, but she told herself no one knew her here and the money would help her pay her tuition.

She heard the owner get on the microphone and introduce her as Chastity. As she walked out on stage, she heard Madonna's "Like a Virgin" come on the loudspeaker, and she smiled herself at the irony of it all.

Charlotte's dance training came back to her and she executed the choreography of a dance she had done in high school, but worked to incorporate the pole into her routine as she had seen the other girls do. After the second chorus, she thought now or never, and pulled on the triangles of the bra. The men hooted, hollered and whistled as her large breasts tumbled through the openings.

She knew that sooner or later she would have to takeoff her underwear, but she was dreading that final moment of exposure. No one and she meant no one had ever seen her pussy before and now it was going to be ogled by hundreds of strangers. The thought made her surprisingly wet in between her legs. In fact, this entire experience had made her aroused.

When Madonna headed into the final lyrics, Charlotte took a deep breath and pulled on the tabs of the underwear. She pranced over to the pole using it to hide as much of her pussy as she could. When the song ended, the men erupted into thunderous applause, and she quickly exited off the stage and put on a robe.

She saw one of the other dancers backstage, and she complimented her on her performance.

"Sugar you are going to have a line for private dances. The men always like fresh meat. Give Clarence a cut of the tips and he'll look the other way if you want to assist the men in finishing."

"Who's Clarence and I'm no prostitute."

"Clarence does the security for the private dances and I'm no prostitute either, but you'll get a much bigger tip if you accidentally brush up against their crotches or brush a nipple on their cheek. These men are on the verge of blowing their load when they get to us that it doesn't take much and they give you a much bigger tip. They can't touch you, that's what Clarence is for, but you can accidentally touch them and they won't complain."

"Oh. Thanks for the the um advice."

Charlotte was absentmindedly, wondering how many lap dances she could do before the end of her shift, and mentally calculating how much money she would make when Clarence told her she had a customer.

The man looked like he had just come out of the bowling alley. He was in his late 50s with a big pauch and a ring of black hair that crowned a bald head. He eyed her lewdly and sat in the dance chair with his legs parted and his fly unzipped. She could tell by the tenting of his pants and his white briefs that he was already hard.

Charlotte started to dance in front of him and slowly opened one triangle at a time. His eyes followed the movements of her breast as they bounced up and down and spun around as she danced. She was very close to his face and one of her nipples brushed his lips and he moaned.

Charlotte was surprisingly turned on by his arousal. After a few minutes passed, she opened her underwear and continue to dance in front of him in essentially strings. His breath was ragged and was coming in fast pants. She straddled him and gyrated her hips in simulated sex a few inches above his crotch. She was so wet at this point that a drop of her witness landed on his pants and made a wet stain. His eyes opened even wider as he realized what was going on. His cock was rock hard and standing straight up, and Charlotte could see the outline of it through his white underwear. She let her clit lightly brush the tip of his cock through his underwear, and he moaned and threw his head back.

She then pulled back and continue to dance, and then slowly did it again. At this point, she was on the verge of cumming herself. Two more drops of her arousal landed on his pant leg.

He whispered, "I'll give you $50 extra if you cum for real."

Charlotte couldn't believe what she was hearing. He wanted to pay her to cum?! She continued to dance in front of him and straddled him and ran the tip of his cock along her sopping wet slit. She soaked his underwear. She thrust her pelvis back and forth over the tip of his cock as the head of his penis rubbed her clit through his underwear. She tipped her head back as she felt her orgasm rip through her body and she moaned. He started thrusting his hips up to meet her when he slumped back in the chair as he came hard in his underwear.

"Thank you" he whispered and stuck a folded $100 bill in her g string. She disappeared back in the dressing room as he got up to leave.

She gave 3 more lap dances before last call was announced. Although only one of the other guys came during the dance, they all seemed to leave happy and left tips.

At the end if the night she left with $365. She didn't know how much to give Clarence so she gave him $40 which is what she would have tipped a waitress. He didn't seem upset so she hoped it was the right amount.

She couldn't wait for the next day.

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